A net to catch the moonlight
I'm boarding in a panic
Pen-less
How then store them
The words, pour them
Jostling restless
Infants in a line
Impatient for the freedom bell
Here's woe on woe, serious static
Interference in the air
Two languages, no sense
Babbled gabbled Gate 35
In France, no chance
The line the crocodile
The queuing orderly
So fly the words
The twilight starling sky
Hay seeds and dandelion clocks
A rain of parachutes
Minute
Sycamores in random reel
On helicopter blades
And some will fall
And some will float
Or vanish in the air
A net to catch the moonlight
A rainbow in a jar
Storm captured in a rainstick
A poem on a plane
December 1st 2009, flight Toulouse-Gatwick
hmm, a net to catch the moonlight - I can feel a painting coming on!
ReplyDeleteAt the concert we sang in on Saturday in Limoux one of the other choirs was singing a song entitled 'A net to catch a moonlight'. I thought it such a lovely phrase that I scribbled it down and it popped up in this poem. What a lovely picture that would be Gill- with a moon like mine with the hare leaping over it! I could use it to illustrate the poem and also The Straw Men who go down to the lake by moonlight, if you remember!
ReplyDeleteWhat I love about imagining a net to catch the moon is the idea that it can't! All the transitory moments captured in your poem, its fun, its visual I want to come and stay and play!!
ReplyDeleteThe other images came to me in a rush Jude and I loved them also because they are illusory and impossible except in the magic world of poetry! I was thinking v much of you as a reader of my poems when I wrote the simile about the infants jostling in a line!
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